Being a Georgian ...

I have been so busy this week, I've not had a moment to tell you of all the delights of Bath. I know Miss Austen wasn't keen on Bath, but those of us who follow in her footsteps by re-living the Georgian era are surely much more taken with it. Particularly as the weather has not been too unkind to us.

This week I have wined and dined, taken tea with my neighbours, and have danced with fine ladies and gentlemen. I have walked through the streets in Bath, nodding at like minded people, passing the time of day with strangers who want to know what all the fuss is about. I have had conversations with people of all nationalities, and I proudly tell them that, 'yes, I do make my own clothes'.

Walking along as a Georgian seems to put a smile on everyone's face, including my own. It certainly put a smile on the faces of these Austrian tourists, as they descended on me when I was taking shade from the wind under the trees by the Royal Crescent. I am to the right of the picture, nodding, smiling at the curiosity of the Austrian visitors. I answered all their questions about my clothes, why I was dressed up and why I love Jane Austen. I was photographed again and again. It's funny how some people don't just want to take your photograph - they want to be in it with you. One gentleman told me his wife would use the evidence to divorce him. Oh dear, I'm sure I don't want to be the subject of anyone's divorce.

I had so much fun being a celebrity for probably 15 minutes. 15 minutes of fame, I don't think I will ever experience anything quite like this again. And I'm sure their coach had stopped so that they could see the Royal Crescent, but I'd like to think it was because they saw a Gorgeous Georgian walking down from the Crescent with her pelisse flowing behind her in the wind.